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Above the eternal Rhine - Lorelei.

For three weeks now I’ve been wandering around this Chukhland, changing places in search of strong motives, and as a result, nothing but melancholy in the cube. God knows why this is - either my artistic sensitivity has dried up, or nature is not right here. I believe more willingly in the latter, because having believed in the former, there is nothing left, or only one thing remains - to remove yourself and go into circulation. So, nature is to blame, and in fact, there is no nature here, but some kind of impotence!

If the authorities do not go too far, there is no power.

Need has no laws - it forces even the most secular people to behave like the last barbarians!

I'm curious. And period. Everything seems interesting to me. Real life. Fictional life. Objects. Flowers. Cats. But most of all - people. If you look at the world with open eyes and soul, everything in the world can be interesting. The secret is that there is no secret. Everything that I notice or discover must sprout in my head. I always wait until ideas and impulses become so strong that they completely take over my thoughts. And then I start following them. My consciousness is always half asleep, as if I was daydreaming. And then the images and ideas take shape - and I realize: I need to do this.

You look at life and think: are you living or not? It flows very monotonously, and every day the situation becomes more unbearable, because everything old becomes disgusting, you crave something new, better, pure, but this old thing is too vulgar. I will use all measures to wake up.

like a wound on the chest.

- The people of the jungle have banished them from their memory and do not take their meat into their mouths. There are a lot of monkeys; they are angry, dirty, have no shame, and if they have any specific desire, it is precisely the desire to be noticed in the jungle. But we don't pay attention to them, even when they throw dirt and nuts on our heads.

Pagan philosophy and Christian doctrine are two branches of the same tree; the truths of Christianity are consistent with the teachings of the best of the pagans; philosophy is, as it were, the threshold of Christianity. There is no knowledge without faith and faith without knowledge.

Where there is no freedom of the press and freedom of conscience, where the government and 9/10 of society look at the journalist as an enemy, where life is so crowded and so bad and there is little hope for better times, such amusements as pouring slop on each other, courts of honor, etc. . etc., put the writers in the funny and pitiful position of animals who, once in a cage, bite off each other’s tails.

Professional

And as for the house... The traitors don’t have one. Having betrayed their homeland once, they will never find a place for themselves in life.